by McKenzie | Aug 23, 2025 | Blog, My Poems
A SOUND SHARP ENOUGH TO COUNT— Don’t explain yourself, she says—Let the rain fall where it falls.If you mustplace buckets to catch the excess rainwater—a prayer in mindfulness—do not mindif they also catchdebris, insects, extra fiber—This is the way of...
by McKenzie | Apr 3, 2020 | Poem of the Day Series
WINTER LANDSCAPE, WITH ROOKS Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hungers to haul the white reflection down. The...
by McKenzie | Apr 1, 2020 | Blog, My Poems
Where Sylvia Plath’s “Blackberrying” and social distancing meet . . . IN THE MORNING, WHERE I WALK Out to the street where cars have been parked for days, I know little of what brings the birds out of their hiding, what has come of the neighbors who...
by McKenzie | Mar 30, 2020 | Poem of the Day Series
BLACKBERRYING Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a seaSomewhere at the end of it, heaving. BlackberriesBig as the ball of my thumb, and dumb...
by McKenzie | Jan 31, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
JUVENILIA Arranged in sheets of ice, the fond skeleton still craves to have fever from the world behind. Hands reach back to relics of nippled moons, extinct...
